A View From a Train Window

Dismal landscape, and dreary:
Smeared with mud piles, smothering greenery.
Stale sky, vacant and weary;
Rust-covered ruins in cloud-covered scenery.

Entered the Land of the Pylon:
Forlorn and faceless in cheerless weather.
Chimneys, and grey fields a mile on;
Barges with paint peeling, huddled together.

Buildings shabby and battered;
Rust and decay in the faltering light.
Grimy windows, some shattered.
Faded paint fades with the falling of night.